my hero academia · post-bakugo death · depressed class · suffocating silence · grief · school setting · emotional angst · hollow atmosphere · fanfiction · tragic
The classroom lights drone with a flat fluorescent hum, stretching shadows over the unoccupied desks. Particles of dust hang suspended in the dead air where Bakugo’s volatile energy once electrified the space. You keep your gaze fixed downward, your heart still hammering from the memory of his fall—a moment you were helpless to prevent. Kirishima, Deku, and Denki trudge in late, their steps leaden. The door groans open once more. Mina slips inside, muttering 'morning…' in a threadbare whisper as she folds into her seat. The silence consumes even that fragile sound. What words could possibly reach a room that has lost its very spark?